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.megh.elizabeth.: Jayber.
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. After a weekend around- reading, sleeping, coffee and tea consuming, thinking, feeling alone, feeling community, going to church with Megan Buff, spending the night at her place and giggling all along, conversing a bit with my housemate Dale from South Africa, and resting and walking-. A deep love for Belfast, Northern Ireland. The beauty of green, even in gray. I looked around and saw faces. and every face was laughing. al...Becau...
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we're all about the love and peace: sneaking in a last post before the new year
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We're all about the love and peace. Dear friends, Welcome to our blog. We are two fools living in Thailand trying our best to be people of love and peace. Yes, we use these words a lot, but the depth of both merit constant mention. Tuesday, December 30, 2008. Sneaking in a last post before the new year. Brittany's beautiful, brilliant blog below (alliteration, take that! Is wondrous and I encourage you readers to read. For a more soul-felt, well-rounded, meaningful slice of pie. But it's so much more.
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.megh.elizabeth.: 11.2008
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. To cyndi. spinning in spain. "excuse me, are you americans. Happy Thanksgiving to you.". Dear Cyndi, I write to you (these words were written a few days ago). You sip coffee while spinning in Spain. But I am on a green cot, with a warm blanket, and Rwandan ginger tea, writing in pencil pages and pages of my blue journal. and yesterday was most beautiful. I had a grand mood dancing around. Why? Let me tell you of my yesterday:.
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.megh.elizabeth.: Disbelief in Belfast.
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. There once was a girl with short brown hair. And she went to Scotland. And there she was with Rachel, where the most beautiful island of skye happened to run into them, and it was full of magic. And then solitude found her as she said her goodbyes to Rachel. Only last thursday this girl arrived in Belfast, Northern Ireland with all the fear and fright and angst one can know, but today is Monday evening, and only joy befits her.
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.megh.elizabeth.: Dublin or Portland?
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. So today we arrived after transit. Wandered about beautiful Dublin. Quite remniscent of Portland with its gray sky and little patches of sun and entertaining people and colorful buildings and green green lands/. Today has been a bit of wandering about. Looked at the Ancient book of kells (beautiful and ornate) at Trinity College. TOok a wondrous nap. THen wandered around in solitude until I found a nice little pub. Oh, fok's sake/".
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.megh.elizabeth.: the minister
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. We met this minister. She is a stunning woman. Full of grace and peace and strength. She began a ministry for those around her community that caters to children who have lost family members. the program uses art therapy to help children cope. I was so inspired. I don't always know why I am inspired. Why do I want to do everything? And why am I only human? I am only human. I am only human. Thank you Kierkegaard, Levinas, Jesus.
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.megh.elizabeth.: 09.2008
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. Beautiful. enchanted I think. There must be fairies and angels moving harmoniously about the air here. Roe and I sit in an internet cafe. nestled next to this great green mountain. I felt sick this morning, but then better. Seems to be the trend. Woke up in the middle of the night with an ill stomach. I walked toward the bathroom. Heard this strange buzzing sound. I jumped. But everyone slept. I jumped again, buzz. buzz. The sounds...
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we're all about the love and peace: what joy looks like...
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We're all about the love and peace. Dear friends, Welcome to our blog. We are two fools living in Thailand trying our best to be people of love and peace. Yes, we use these words a lot, but the depth of both merit constant mention. Thursday, August 21, 2008. What joy looks like. 160; . 160; . 160; . It is hard because the past 2 years have flown by and sometimes I think that not much has changed. But there are other times, when I think back over what I spent my college days...
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.megh.elizabeth.: 06.2008
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That all my destinations would accept the one that's me so i can breathe. Depression exists. depression is me. but so is gleeful living. it is me. and you. what on earth does it mean. pain. tears. joy. sadness. laughter. dance. song. all in the span of an hour. a moment. a day. Or none of us? Is it God's love working through each individual? Maybe unity in this. minimal judgment. limited accusations. compassion? Yes indeed. i feel absolutely hopeless. falling into darkness. so often inescapab...Yes but s...
